[locked to peter_weps_ince]

[mute_clay]

Clay is walking along the shoreline. His jeans are wet from the spray but he doesn’t seem to notice.
He is wearing a jacket for once.

He isn’t looking for Weps.




Exactly.

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay strokes his hair. Then he taps Weps' temple with a finger, then his heart.

Even if you don't really remember, you'll remember there. In your heart. Your dreams

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

Weps looks at Clay for a moment and then nods, as he inteprets the sign. He lowers his head and kisses Clay's neck. "They say you remember things in dreams," he whispers, "But I sure hope I remember you awake as well."

He looks up again, strokes Clay's cheek with his fingers. "Will you do something for me?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay smiles at him and nods. Of course he will.

His eyes are still a bit sleepy but his smile is warm and broad.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Say thanks to David for me... I'm sure he thinks he's pissed me off, but he hasn't - like you he's asked me about Jed - asked me how I feel about him. Generally I find that you're not a parent you don't wanna listen to a proud daddy takling about their nine year old..." Weps grins up at Clay's sleepy face.

"And he helped me realise the other day that I have to see that Jed's okay, no matter what happens... maybe when - if - I get back, David and I might try and get to know each other a little more." He pauses and kisses Clay again.

"Anyway, just say thanks."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods. He'll do that. It will mean something to David. That everybody isn't mad at him.


He snuggles closer, stroking Weps' back, feeling the muscles under his hands. Kisses his chest a little.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

"Thanks... you're a good friend. Stay here a little longer, Clay," Weps whispers, tightening his arms round Clay's warm body and closing his eyes. "Help me remember."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay kisses him, gently, tangling their legs.

[peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com]

The feel of warm skin against his, their legs moving together makes Weps moan softly and he deepens the kiss, cradling Clay's head.

"Want you," he murmurs. "But I'm being selfish - tell me no if you don't."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay answers by rolling over, pressing his ass against Weps, arching his back a little. His eyes have grown dark.